Chapter 315: Chaos in the Imperial Palace
"Ge Long!"
Xue Beng and Xue Xing instantly turned pale. Ge Long's appearance meant that everything they had schemed was already within Xue Qinghe's grasp.
They were finished.
The only reason they had preserved their wealth and status before was due to Xue Ye's dying decree. But now they were caught red-handed in an act of treason. Even if Xue Qinghe decided to execute them, not a single court official would dare speak in their defense.
Ning Fengzhi's expression was equally grim. But at this point, there was no turning back. The only path left to him—
"Kill!"
The usual elegance on Ning Fengzhi's face was now replaced by a chilling murderous aura.
"All of you, listen up! If you want to live, charge through and take down Xue Qinghe and Ge Long! This is our only chance!"
"Yes! Brothers, kill!"
Awakened from their daze, Xue Beng and Xue Xing immediately urged their forces to attack.
As long as Xue Qinghe and Ge Long died, the Heaven Dou Empire's army would be leaderless. As the highest-ranking royal bloodlines remaining, they would have the legitimacy to bribe the military with titles and wealth, pulling them over to their side.
With both the Emperor and the Grand Marshal dead, who else would the troops fight for?
"Stubborn traitors—kill them all!"
Ge Long roared, commanding his elite forces to engage the enemy.
Although Ge Long's troops outnumbered the opposition by several times and were elite soldiers equipped with the finest gear, the enemy still posed a significant threat due to the soul master battalion built around the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
Thousands of soul masters, supported by several hundred auxiliary-type Glazed Tile Tower soul masters, burst forth with a combat strength comparable to tens of thousands of soldiers. In this moment, the two sides clashed fiercely, evenly matched due to the relentless efforts of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's soul masters.
"Uncle Sword, take down Ge Long!"
With cold light in his eyes, Ning Fengzhi gave the order.
Dressed in pure white robes, Sword Douluo Chenxin stepped onto a flying sword and shot toward Ge Long like lightning.
Bone Douluo had remained behind to guard the clan, as nearly all of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's elites had been mobilized, leaving only the elderly, women, and children at home. Someone powerful had to stay behind to protect them.
"Marshal Ge Long, surrender now!"
In just the blink of an eye, Sword Douluo appeared before Ge Long.
"Traitor! Dream on!"
Ge Long roared. Two yellow, two purple, and four black soul rings rose—eight in the perfect configuration. Behind him, a massive beast with the head of a dragon and the body of a jackal, clutching a sword in its mouth, materialized.
Yazi!
Ge Long's martial soul closely resembled Yazi, the second son among the Nine Dragon Offspring. Of course, it was only in appearance—his martial soul possessed no trace of true dragon bloodline.
Even so, it was still an extremely powerful martial soul. It was only because Ge Long had favored military affairs over cultivation that he stalled at the Soul Douluo level.
"Eighth Soul Skill: Wrath of Yazi!"
Having worked with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan for many years, Ge Long was well aware of Sword Douluo's terrifying strength. Without hesitation, he activated his strongest soul skill.
The pseudo-Yazi behind him opened its bloodstained maw and unleashed a deafening roar imbued with a terrifying wave of soul power, surging directly toward Sword Douluo.
"Fifth Soul Skill: Awe of the Four Directions!"
The fifth soul ring on Sword Douluo lit up, and powerful Seven Kill Sword energy erupted, transforming into a massive oppressive force that instantly shattered Ge Long's eighth soul skill and surged straight toward him.
Boom!
Terrifying sword energy exploded. Ge Long spat out a mouthful of blood and was flung from the back of his tiger mount.
Chenxin pursued without pause, slashing out with his sword in a wide arc, aiming directly at Ge Long.
At that critical moment, a completely black, twelve-foot-long spear suddenly descended from the sky, blocking Chenxin's strike.
Unlike the other imperial consecrates, Ge Long was the number one military figure of the Heaven Dou Empire. While the Nine Star Hall was filled with powerful cultivators, none of them were capable battlefield commanders who could lead a million-strong army into war. So long as the continent remained divided, Ge Long could not be allowed to die.
"Breaking Soul Spear… you're Yang Wudi?"
Chenxin frowned slightly. The Po Clan had once been one of the four affiliated clans under the Clear Sky Sect. He was no stranger to the Breaking Soul Spear.
What shocked him was the backlash from the collision earlier—the force traveling back through the Seven Kill Sword had momentarily disrupted his soul power flow.
Yang Wudi had grown stronger!
"That's right, Sword Douluo!"
Yang Wudi slowly emerged, extended his hand, and the Breaking Soul Spear returned to his grasp. At the same time, nine soul rings manifested on the spear one after another.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
The moment all nine rings appeared, Sword Douluo's pupils contracted sharply. He had expected Yang Wudi to have grown stronger, but not to this extent.
Judging by the soul power radiating from Yang Wudi, his level had likely reached at least Rank 95.
How was that possible?
Sword Douluo couldn't believe his eyes. Yang Wudi was from his generation—he had heard some of the man's story.
A man who had been stuck at Rank 82 into his eighties, someone thought to be forever bound to the Soul Douluo level—now not only had he become a Titled Douluo, but had reached the daunting threshold of Rank 95, a level that even many Titled Douluo could never cross.
Was this the hidden foundation of the Nine Star Hall?
Even with his firm heart, a dangerous thought involuntarily rose in Sword Douluo's mind.
If someone like Yang Wudi could achieve this… then if he joined the Nine Star Hall, could he one day surpass even his father and grandfather—and challenge the extreme peak of Rank 99?
Rank 100… was something Sword Douluo had never dared to imagine.
Yang Wudi noticed every subtle change in Sword Douluo's expression, and his heart filled with gratitude—especially toward Xiao Yu. If not for Xiao Yu personally inviting him into the Nine Star Hall all those years ago, he would never have had the chance to stand before Sword Douluo like this.
"Sword Douluo, today, I'll make you the first opponent I face after becoming a Titled Douluo. My title—Po Hun!"
Yang Wudi shouted loudly, releasing explosive, razor-sharp soul power. The Breaking Soul Spear surged with black light, and all of his aura condensed into one strike aimed straight at Sword Douluo.
Sensing the deadly aura radiating from the spear, Sword Douluo snapped back to his senses. With a furious snort, he unleashed an even more overwhelming burst of sword energy than before—stronger than what he had used against Ge Long—and met the strike head-on.
Clang!
A thunderous clash of metal rang out, shaking the entire battlefield. The massive shockwaves of soul power made both sides momentarily freeze mid-battle.
(End of Chapter)
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